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I’m a lyrical mass murderer

Nigga you heard that the Gilla nigga be chopping niggas like guillotine

Nigga, leavin' 'em niggas up in the river for fuckin' with

A nigga don’t give a fuck, I be in your dreams

Nigga, I be so homicidal when I cut through

Bustin' like a rifle, don’t give a fuck about none of you niggas

Half of the muthafuckin' niggas that rappin', they idle

Nigga comin' in

From the belly of the muthafuckin' beast, nigga

Comin' the nine millimeter

Look at the cannibal chopper and I be using the breath really quick and insane

I know that we could be braking your back cause we get em together we go with

the plan

Rapping then kill em and murder the people that try to re-live in the soup in

my hand

The lyrical cannibal never equivalent spitters, I’m blowing I puff on their name

Killing them up with the bullet so we could at least pop the 50 kill of a lame

Making the poppers that filled with a quicke that threw hitless figures that

popping the same

Making your bodies a part of the scheme and they pull it be time the people get

the pain

Bagging your body with multiple shots and we leave it all bloody get outta the

game

Chopping like a chainsaw blade

Every time I see a mic I’m like a hand grenade

Pull the pin and let me go I’ma bomb this place

Turn it into rubble like a Flintstone name

Ain’t nobody really dealing with that nigga from the Midwest

Hardest motherfucker outta strange I’m a death threat

Worth more than every fucking thing like a blank shed

Do a track with crucified then I get my respect

Pack it in with that shit they got me back in on some jump street

Ripping like brotha lynch and eat em up like lunch meat

I could put a whole fucking album out in one week

Shoot it up to Canada and flew across the country

Paid a couple dollars to re-invest and I go again

Hunk up with my niggas from the town and we in the wind

Pop up in the bank racked up, with an evil grin

Ready to give em that murder treatment I ain’t putting nothing in

Ay, let me get the shit inhibit

Who listen to ever doubt us, the difference

You get it, I’m so the realest but then my patterns of ignorance

You could say you illest, I don’t agree with your sentiments

Them against me and mine, I’ll be standing here when it finishes

You don’t make any sense and you not of any significance

Listen I got 'em tense, president on the premises

Limitless with the pen, it ain’t pretty, I won’t pretend it is

Gotta be honest yo, if I was to read the lyrics you writing

You saying nothing that I would ever consider exciting

Reciting all of them lines on the mic, you not even tight

And you extra light, you don’t measure in height and

Why they like they don’t know, I don’t wanna recognize 'em

They rhyming they corny flow and I know I can criticize them

Weak, when I speak advising 'em, take a seat

Collide when I break 'em down with a round

Through the heat, with the empty rhetoric

Nothing really but a bunch a bullshit

Got a full list I could read, instead I brought a full clip

Big appetite, a skinny nigga but I don’t get full quick

Got your bitch in pocket, she pop it, should’ve get the poolstick

Make a bull sick at the sight of the pool of blood

Pull the rug from up under you, running into a thug, get a slug

Better lean, I clap your team and then set up shop

No love, grab your things and trap your queen like I’m Fetty Wap

Never stop, look I’m irregular and will whatever bruh

Forever locking on the chedder duh and never letting up

I’m clever, plotting on ahead of ya, I’m like America

A bully with a fully automatic and I’m darin' ya

Try me nigga, highly likely I’ma catch a body, not a hobby

Kill a beat, I’m writing like Illuminati members

Who be pushing agendas on this mic

I’m a menace, I never let up relentless

When it come to handing business nigga yeah

Ain’t nobody really want it with a nigga

Ain’t nobody fucking with the Brain, I’m 'bout to chop a nigga like a fully

automatic bucking at you niggas, come and get it nigga

Everybody wanna do the chopper but I’m supersonic when I do be rhyming

Nigga you can try to be one of us nigga

First you gotta keep up with a nigga

Dump on a nigga

Run with a killa

Chew him, better get him stuffed in a river

Bunch of gorillas

Buck a nigga down and eat 'em up like a Lunchable nigga

Fuck what you niggas talking 'bout, I’m 'bout to hop in a whip with a bad bitch

Popping the clip in a Magnum

And a bitch 'bout to swallow a nigga this fat dick

I’mma lay them with the madness

Too many niggas be trying to get rid of me

Nigga you kidding me, sipping a fifth of the Hennessy

Enemies really be into me, nigga you feeling me

Nigga be talking 'bout murder but ain’t nobody ever heard of him

I get to burning 'em, whoever be on that killa shit

Y’all niggas never be who you pretending to be

Nigga the reason I’m 'bout to be murdering niggas and serving these niggas and

putting 'em all up on a platter like it was a burger my nigga

You don’t really want it with ISO, I’m psycho like Michael

My big homie, you kids funny, got clips on me and I ain’t talking 'bout the

ones that hold iPhones

Nigga I’m on some other shit, better watch who you fuckin' with

I cut a wrist like Brotha Lynch, put her in the oven with the oven mitts

I’m one sick son of a bitch, no regard for no government

I kill a nigga then cut him then chew 'em up just like Doublemint

I’m brazy, you lazy, fugazi, who pay these niggas attention

You trippin', blood I am too different

When I run up, put the gun to him

Put it to his head like dump dump

Nigga really had me fucked up

On Brainsick you missin', nigga listen

I know I don’t really give a fuck about these bitch-ass niggas if these niggas

ain’t reppin' my team

Stepping to me you better hope that he praying to Jesus when he get his deck in

this beam

This Brainsick, we gangstas, you fake nigga, you ain’t shit

I aim this, it’ll only take one second to squeeze

Ridin' with my killas, you niggas don’t want nothing to do with that,

let me take a second to breathe

I be killing the wicked and wicked and making it frigid their thinking the body

gets bad

I’m braking the bigger go figure if you get that tough

I done braking it but that was bouta get my apocalypse

Bigger the pussy bigger the balls

And I’m ripping the face of a sinner while top of the top of the bicep

But they didn’t do what their making worse

Pause it I’m rigid and look at this somebody thinking their positive

Pause it up brake it then pass it up

Making the death of the minute can’t they fuck right get the party but if you

wanna pay

I’m gonna by shooting the victim the sinner

But then the devil had foot up on top of the Valery Chevrolet

Get up put that foot up packing the sicker and the end I’m dead

And if lawyer be like I’m a goner

But then there will be love from cause I’ma stutter

But then I’ma get it but then that’d be old

The fact their fucking with crucified

I wonder if I can hit that but that

But that seem to be daily by daily by daily by daily

But totally confident

Bite them and then they’ll be cold and basically I’ma come back with the

soldiers

Whenever target laying let em be but I’m bringing a pack and taking the feet off

For braking the buck and I fuck up what they say they bet they can

Bet they can fuck it up

Freaking I’m screaming like a demon I believe in what I be in

Am I dreaming no falling asleep

Topping em and I’m cooking them waking em up and I’m passing the beat

But I’m like a zombie who had to get their meat

And if they wanna come try me I’m bringing the heat

I’m bringing em all full of vicodins thinking of spiking us making the bucket

then bleed

Better get ready sirens

Come up and get up on side us

Better be on your feet

Now pray to god pile us could of emitted a virus they cannot put to sleep

I’ll stay up and fight this

Leave for the wicked virus somebody get the beat

Now bringing the pipe up looking at who picked the pipe up

Making the viper cheap

And nobody hyper look at me get the hype up bringing the pitcher Lee

When they wanna talk about the choppers that pop up like out of a dream

I’m making the money

I’m making it proper

I’m making the packer and taking the beam

Taking the talk about the focus they bogus

I’m bouta be green

And they amputate my city I’m kidding I own everything

Where’s my team

I’m on faded but fuck with it I’ma king

Riding clean when I’m rolling around on evergreen

Better recognise the fame I’m gaining up in the game

When I came in to spit the flame

When the crucified’s on the beat